Tuesday, November 03, 2009

pry to heavens above

A cloud breaks in the room
i can feel the rain
pooring down on your old books
your broken smiles turning into tears

and even if you run all day
and run all night
wouldn't be enough
to get as far
these are walls my dear

time stained walls
where my words will fill up
a dirge of sorts
till the day you get up
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